the hours arouse disillusion
bedraped
upon fraughted remorse
fretful meander
propels its pulse
onward
exacting a will
fit for none
with fury
unfurling
and blusterous breast
the “worst”
would conspire
amid chaos
so tireless
did prove
as a victor unwitting
then felled by a fire
resolute



Lovely.
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Haven’t read you in a long time! Welcome back
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